CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Waking up Wednesday morning she was at first puzzled to find her wrists at her side and her ankles close together until the memories flooded in. OOH, she thinks, I have a MASTER now, even if He won’t let me call Him that yet. A whole month without earning strokes? How on earth will I manage that? Look, I’m being disobedient already, thinking of myself in first person, must start thinking of myself as slavegirl or I’m bound to make a mistake. From now on SLAVEGIRL�even in my own mind�her own mind! Time for slavegirl to get up, first, the chain securing her neck to the bed, but leave it attached round her neck. Where did she put the keys to her blindfold and gag, oh right, in the freezer compartment of her fridge? Better bring that padlock along, she really needs more than the six He has mandated, still, perhaps she will make do with her old padlocks until He finds something suitable. Where to put the lock, how about locking her wrists together, perfect, she’ll have to kneel in the shower, ooh, lovely, but for now, the blindfold, make her way slowly with this six inch hobble between her ankles, into the kitchen, open the fridge, oops can’t reach the freezer, the chain linking her wrists to her ankles doesn’t let her lift her hands above her waist, step stool? Not enough slack in the hobble to use it. Kneel on a chair? Have to get really close to the freezer to reach the keyring, hope her nipples don’t freeze. Oooh, that’s cold! Crushing her breasts into the freezer bottom in order to reach the keyring, brrrrr�got it! Off the chair, move it back to the table, close up the freezer and fridge, kneel in front of it to release her blindfold. Put on a small pot of coffee, good, the last of the old stuff and she got Sulawezi yesterday so she’ll have some good stuff on hand in case He drops by. To the shower, leave the gag until breakfast; pretend it’s His cock she is sucking so blissfully.

Kneeling under the steamy water, she revels in the feel of His chains caressing her body as her linked hands massage shampoo into her hair. Ducking her head under the spray, she lets her hands drift to her pubes, stroking the thick curls she wonders if she should shave them clean, would He prefer her that way, He didn’t specify, dare she take the chance? No, better to request permission. The water is starting to cool, time to dry off.

Years of practise allow her to dry her hair without snagging the towel on the stainless steel chain of her gag or the lock at the back of her neck. Now, to breakkie. Make her way back to the kitchen, bowl of cereal, splash of milk, it’s granola, doesn’t need sugar, carry it to the middle of the living room, kneel, place bowl on floor, back to kitchen, pour coffee into bowl, carry out to place with cereal, back to kitchen, remove gag.

Kneel in front of cereal, lift bowl up to kiss side of bowl, oops, no lipstick, trip to bathroom, bright red lipstick now in place, kneel again in front of cereal bowl, lift to lips, then lift coffee bowl to lips, then squat to step through her chain, bringing her wrists to the small of her back, she kneels again, ass high in the air and delicately laps up her now mushy cereal, followed by her, by now, lukewarm coffee. Memo to slavegirl, don’t pour the coffee until after slavegirl has finished her cereal, she missed several opportunities to step through her chain, and the coffee was cold anyway. Granted, it’s not very good coffee, but Master would not approve.

Now, what chains will she wear today; Master has given permission for her to select one or more in whatever arrangement she wishes. The two foot around her waist? No, better idea, the four-foot centered around her waist with the ends padlocked around each thigh. That means she’ll have to hobble back to the bedroom and leash herself back to the bed with the three footer she’s still wearing around her neck. Then she can release the padlocks on the four footer and rearrange. Too warm today for a suit jacket, too bad, she won’t be able to wear the leash chain during the day. Ummm, this is an interesting arrangement, the locks click together between her thighs when she walks and, with the chain drawn snug around her waist and padlocked at her navel, she can feel it tugging with each step, a constant reminder. Lovely�

Stockings, now, opening a brand new package, she wonders if she could have put them on while her ankles were still chained. Something to practise with old stockings, she doesn’t want to ruin a new pair. No reason not to refasten her ankles before she finishes getting dressed. Oh rats�Master said she was not to put on any clothing unless her wrists and ankles are shackled, darn, have to send another confessional e-mail this morning. Lock the two-foot chain to her ankles, the free end of the three-foot to her right wrist, then unlock her neck and reattach the chain to her left wrist. Panties now? No, garterbelt first, snug up her stockings, fasten the clips, no seams on these, another question for Him, should her stockings be seamed? Now the panties, good thing she adapted two more pairs with snap hooks last night; judging from the last couple of days, she’ll have to change at least once today. Better stop at the lingerie place at lunch hour, maybe they’ll have some pairs that tie on the sides, or button. Clip on the bra, fasten the shoulder straps, while she’s at the lingerie place, and better look at strapless bras, too. Skirt and sweater today, she thinks and heads off to the front hall to dress, then realizes she probably should have put on her bra and panties in the front hall. Another question for Him. Another day of earning strokes, she wonders when she’ll be able to start earning the right to call Him by His proper title. She tries on a slim pencil skirt, calf length, no, the chains around her thighs show too much, how about this navy blue pleated wool skirt, four inches above her knees, should be OK for the office, no meetings scheduled for today except the weekly staff meeting. Good thing she isn’t a partner, they’d never let a partner dress like this. A cream coloured round neck cashmere sweater but first she has to release her wrists. Oh well�left one first, slide sweater over her head and left arm into sleeve, then release right wrist, kiss chain and padlocks, oops, not enough lipstick for a good kiss. Oh well, it’s getting late, time to be off. Her right arm into the sleeve, settle the sweater down over her hips, love the way it gently clings to her breasts. Change to her three inch black pumps, unlock her ankles, pin her watch to the left shoulder of her sweater, just above her breast, grab her purse and keys and she’s off.

10:00 e-mail to Him

Good morning SIR

This is another confessional e-mail, unfortunately, please forgive this clumsy slavegirl who only wants to please you.

When she dressed this morning, she put on stockings, garterbelt, panties and bra, in that order. Unfortunately, her wrists and ankles were unshackled while she put on her stockings. She was worried about snags in the stockings if she tried rolling them underneath the chain, but as for her wrists, she has no excuse. She did reshackle her wrists and ankles before putting on the garterbelt. The other problem is that she did all this in the bedroom, instead of the front hall. She used the key on the bed to remove and reattach the four-foot chain, after leashing her neck to the bed with the three footer, but then forgot she had to refasten her wrists and ankles before dressing.

She also has questions for Sir’s consideration. First, while she was showering this morning, it occurred to her that she should shave her pubic hair; would Sir want her to do this? Second, should she buy seamed stockings; she doesn’t think they would go over too well at the office but�?

The other thing that occurred was that she tried kissing her chains and locks as she removed them while dressing. Admittedly, she wasn’t wearing enough lipstick at the time, but there really isn’t a place on a chain or a lock that’s flat enough and large enough to leave a clean kiss mark. What should she do?

The last thing she would like to say is that she is eagerly waiting for her sleep cell to be completed. Now that she’s had the privilege of sleeping through the night in a bed with a man in it, she really doesn’t want to sleep in bed alone. She fully understands that the project will take Sir as long as it takes and she begs Sir not to hurry on her account. Only EAGER ANTICIPATION!

This loving, obedient slavegirl needs to get back to work (and change her panties, 10:15, a new record).

Bye for now, SIR.

Juliette

Getting home at 5:45, she puts down her shopping bags from the lingerie store and LCBO, fishes her key out of her purse, unlocks her apartment door, brings in the shopping bags and turns to the closet to strip. Nudging the door closed with her hip, she pulls her sweater off over her head, hangs it up in the closet, reaches for her two-foot chain and two locks and secures her wrists, running the chain through a bangle. Then she slides out of her pleated skirt, hangs it up and loosely shackles her ankles with the three-foot chain also through the bangle. Off with her bra, the usual fumbling with detaching the shoulder straps but she’s getting better. Put away the bra on the shelf, to be joined shortly thereafter by her garterbelt. The panties she keeps in hand along with the two pairs from her purse, all three need washing, as well as the pair from yesterday. She slides into her five-inch mules and turns away from the closet, panties in hand, only to drop the panties in her surprise. He is sitting on the couch, enjoying the performance as far as she can tell, as well as the can of Guinness he has poured into a stein and is busily sipping away at.

�Sir, what an unexpected pleasure. Have you been waiting long? How, what�? Sir, this slavegirl is too flustered to know what to do. Is there a ritual, a protocol for a slavegirl entering a room where her Master happens to be?�

�Well, yes, as a matter of fact, you should first put down, not drop, whatever you have in your hands. Then, you should strip, assuming you haven’t already done so. In this case, that minor problem has been taken care of. Although, it is difficult for me to imagine why you would face the closet to strip. You should always face the direction where a man could reasonably be, even if you know you’re alone. Then, you should approach and kneel at the appropriate distance for kissing feet. At that point, you may, if necessary, refresh your lipstick. Then, you kiss the upper of each shoe, left first, then linger on the right until such time as you hear a fingersnap. At that point, you may kneel back and wait for instructions�.

�So, the slavegirl should wait until she is kneeling before her master before refreshing her lipstick?�

�Only if you think it needs doing. You could, for example, have done that in the hallway, or even the elevator, which has a mirror. A �just in case� sort of action. You know that I have a key to your apartment. It must therefore have occurred to you that I might decide to use it. Once you reach that conclusion, it’s not such a stretch to reach the conclusion that it might be tonight. However, it might be worthwhile exploring the possibility of finding some means of wearing a tube of lipstick, also just in case.�

�Um, yes Sir, but for now�oh darn, you’re right, of course, Slavegirl wasn’t thinking. Her mind is still not fully adapted to the concept of finally having a master. She’ll take the punishment and be grateful�.

With that, she performs the ritual as described, lingering for a full five minutes on His right foot, kissing with all the eager passion in her trembling body. A soft fingersnap allows her to sit back on her heels and look up shyly at Him; He is smiling, she wriggles with pleasure.

�Not bad for a first attempt, you gauged the correct distance, gave a reasonable bit of attention to my left shoe and certainly demonstrated the appropriate level of passion. We’ll work on the movements later this evening. For the moment, you can get back into your stockings and garterbelt and those spike heeled sandals, the gold ones.�

�Yes, Sir. May the slavegirl be permitted to put her panties in the sink for washing?�

�The kitchen sink, you are no longer permitted to use the bathroom sink.�

�Yes, Sir. May slavegirl bring you a refill while she is in the kitchen?�

�Yes, but in a fresh stein.�

�Yes, Sir.� Rising gracefully to her feet, she struts slowly to her pile of panties by the front hall. Scooping her panties off the floor by bending at the waist, right hand held beside her ankle, legs straight, feet spread to the length of her ankle chain, she slowly straightens her body, turns and struts to the kitchen. She runs some warm water into the sink in order to soak the panties, gets down a fresh stein from the shelf, and pours another Guinness, using her right hand only to hold the stein while she pours. She carries the stein with both hands, as it is too wide to carry one handed. She is careful to ensure the handle is facing out for his hand to take. She approaches slowly, glass held at waist height so as not to spoil His view. She kneels, knees more than two feet apart, slowly brings the glass to her lips and gives it a long, lingering kiss. Lowering her head, she raises the glass stein to His outstretching hand.

�Nicely done, my lovely. A few minor problems and one serious. First, a beer should always have some head; not too much, a little over half an inch is about right. Second, I want you to only use the tips of your fingers when carrying food or drink to present to me. Third, there should be more jiggle to your breasts when you walk, even though I know you were trying not to spill any. The serious problem has to do with�?�

�Your slavegirl neglected to refresh her lipstick before presenting the glass.�

�I was willing to overlook the lack of adequate lipstick marks on my shoes, this being the first time you’ve gone through that particular ritual. You do recall my saying that inadequate lipstick marks would be punished more severely than none at all.�

�Yes Sir, you’re slavegirl is very much at fault and should be disciplined severely.�

�As a single woman living alone, I presume you are in possession of a vibrator?�

�Yes, Sir. Cordless, remote control, batteries good for eight hours use.�

�Should be just about right, fetch it!�